i kinda want to make this a story IHUWFWT^F should i?
tw: addiction, and drugs
I HATED kurt, i despised him, i loathed him. i wanted him gone from my life, but he was in a band with my boyfriend dave, and i could barely escape being sighted with kurt, one day I was at the house i shared with dave and he desided to have band practice there early in the morning. I was asleep on the couch in the living room with just a shirt and panties on, beer cans, weed and smoked up blunts where littered across the cofee table from last night, i woke up to the front door opening and the sunshine on my eyes. I opened my eyes to see dave opening the front door and letting kurt in. "krist is running late because he had to pick up extra bass strings since one of his broke." kurt said walking inside and then spotting me on the couch, the light in his eyes died and he looked over at dave who had looked at me and then back at kurt. "seriously?" kurt said. "where playing in the basement, she'll stay upstairs." he said. "i never said i would agree to that." i said. dave sighed. "can we not do this today? you two are so petty." he said. "oh I didnt know you two were dating." i said. dave looked at me with a warrning stare, i felt bad so i just backed off. "whatever I have to piss anyway." i said getiing up and heading to daves bedroom, i grabbed my pants from last night and changed into them and put my socks and shoes on. i walked into the livingroom and they were both in the basement already so i sat on the couch and watched tv, a little while after that i had to let krist in and send him into the basement. i got hungry so i paused the tv and went to the kitchen, kurt was in there eating a sandwitch and smoking a cigarette. he laid his eyes on me and we made eye contact, i hated him but i have to admit he had the most prettiest eyes. "thats a good meal..." i said raising my eyebrows and opening the fridge. "hey y/n.." he said. "hm?" I hummed giving him my attention. "why do you hate me?" he said. his question had suprised me, it was so direct. i shut the fridge and sat infront of him grabbing a cigarette from his pack and lighting it. "well." i paused. "you let yourself go, you stuggle taking out a heroin needle and hate yourself for it, you hate yourself so much and your so blind with hate you do it again, and again and then again. i hate you because you hate yourself. you have no reason to hate yourself kurt...i guess i hate you because your...well...pitiful." i said. he looked at me, shocked. "how do you know about my heroin addiction?" he asked. "you idiot i do im addicted too dont you think i cant tell when sombody else is on it?" i said. "does dave know?" he asked. "I was at one of your parties at your place and i snooped around your room because krist said there would be some coke in there." i said. "your not going to tell them right? what do you want? ill give you money, ill give you-" i cut him off. "JESUS KURT! im not a fucking monster.....jesus fucking christ i know what its like with addiction." i said. "can we be on good terms? can we just get along for once?" he said. "if you stop being a dick." I smirked. "fine, but im only friends with people i smoke weed with." he chuckled. "go back downstairs and ill meet you at your place later tonight then we can get fucking stoned." I finished my cigarette. "ill see you later." he smiled and took his cigarettes to the basement with him. i went back into the living room and when the practice was over I smiled at him on the way out.
there will be another part ;)
